"Sea Greens Remembered"
Some things, they never leave ye,
As life goes driftin on
Fond memories a' cam tumlin back
O' childhood days, lang gone
But there's a place alang the shore
Firever in ma mind
Far, as a bairn, i'd gang an'play
The bonniest ye will find
Noo ilka Sunday, Mam wid say
" I want ye aff rna hands
So here! Tak ye this shivry bite
An awa tae Sea Green sands!"
So, aff we'd go, alang the shore
Past Gripp and Windy Wa's
The steep Coive hill, the auld lime kiln,
Wie buckets, spades and ba's
We'd book oor place, ahint the dyke,
And gither wid for cookin,
And boilin buckies in a tin
And soordooks fur the sookin,
Then up the den tae guddle troot,
And water-hennies eggs,
Wydin through the nettle beds
Wie blisters on yer legs *
We'd pit a liny oot fur flooks
And cook them on a steen,
T'he steen wid crack, the flooks gid black
We didna gie a wheen
We'd aye be back afore the dark
Fur Mam tae scour us clean
Fur getting tar fae aff yer taes
A great thing, margarine
Then aff tae bed, we'd a' be packed
A'tired an'worn out
We'd sleep till momin'cam again
A'dreadin school nae dout
An' sitin at wir lessons
We'd mind the fun we'd seen
We couldna wait for Sunday next
Alang at auld Sea Greens
But time and tide, they baith march on,
And naythin bides the same
And though we miss, that childhood bliss
We all maun play the game
The road along has a' bit gone
Nae troot there tae be seen
But in ma mind, I still can find
That heaven called Sea Green
Bill Wilkie
